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Sunday, March 9, 2014

Nurse Katie's Unlikely Patient

What I'm about to tell you must, I repeat MUST, stay between us. Just you me and your computer screen. I do after all have a reputation to uphold.

And for the record – If asked, I will deny all accounts of what you are about to read. I was never here.

So on Friday, Waffles had an appointment with the vet and a couple of sharp needles. It was time for his annual vaccinations and since he's all "I'm a therapy cat in-training" yadda-yadda, it's important for him to keep up to date on these things.

Everything was going as expected. Waffles even got to ride in his brand new ORANGE Sleepypod Air. There were lots of oooh's and aaah's. I seriously don't understand the fascination with the color orange.

Against my better judgement, he even made nicey-nice with the Vet Tech.

But when he came home, he wasn't feeling very well. He was sleepy and sore and didn't even care about dinner or finding the red dot. Glogirly decided she would take him back to the vet if he wasn't back to his normal, obnoxious self by morning.

Later that night, since he didn't feel like jumping into bed and sleeping on Glogirly's pillow, she put a small blanket down for him on the floor and brought some food and water up from the kitchen.

Ok, here comes the part you are NEVER to repeat. NEVER EVER.

EVER.

A Morning Shocker

The next morning when Gloman got up, he discovered the above scene. Although photographic documentation is not available, we have recreated exactly what he saw.

Waffles was curled up, asleep on the blanket next to his food and water. His position is noted above.

Now, note my position. I was curled up and laying NEXT to Waffles. Let me be clear - We were NOT touching. There was a safe distance of approximately 5-6 inches between us. I was not purring. And I was certainly not grooming him in any way.

Gloman was stunned. I don't think he even spoke for at least 3-4 hours.

Off to the Vet. Again.

When Nervous Nellie Glogirly got up, she hauled Waffles off to the vet again, just to be sure he was ok. Don't worry, the orange boy is totally fine. Except for the fact that he had to go to the vet twice in less than 24 hours. They checked him over thoroughly and sent him packing with a few vials of kitty-morphine to take the edge off his injection site tenderness.

It's been almost 12 hours since his dose of the groovy-juice and he's already acting more like himself. Jumping up on the bed, purring up a storm on Glogirly's lap. I suspect in no time at all he'll be back to sniffing my you-know-what.

We're VERY glad Waffles is feeling better, and we're sure your presence helped him get well, Katie. Any time you think Waffles needs a little handling, though, send him to visit The Four Housecats of the Apocalypse and he'll come screaming home to you.

I have seen a similar scene like that myself. When my eight year old boy Sammy had a stroke, my one year old Faline, who usually jumped all over him, waited patiently until he was done eating before she even stepped forward. Also, my current girls can make each others lives miserable at point, but if somebody had to get a bodypart washed or got medicine, its suddenly time to give comfort licks and sniffs at each other.

Glad to hear Waffles is feeling better. I am a nervous nellie too, I would have done the same thing you did, better to drag him to the vet again just to be save.

I've seen my two sneak out a bit of caring when the chips are down for one or the other but obviously this will never be photographed, spoken of or even hinted at. Any suggestion this might have happened are swiftly hissed on or whapped!

Good on you Katie, you are a star! Love the Nervous Nellie comment, us humans seem to lose all sense of perspective when it comes to our furry friends.

We're so glad that Waffles is feeling better! Such a scary thing to have an unwell kitteh. PS: Katie, we know you were forced to this, but Waffles appreciated it. It's just a mark of your superior breeding, obviously.

Raz had the same kind of reaction last year. This year we only did the rabies shot and he was fine. We're glad you helped nurse him back to health. We agree....no photographic proof means you can deny it!

We promise we will NOT breathe a word!!! Not a word!!!! Soooo glad that Waffles is beginning to feel like himself, we would certainly hate for a Katie to be part of a scene like that again!Much love to you all xoxo

I know nothing. It never happened. How's that? But it's so strange...Mum took ME to the evil V.E.T. Friday and I was all sick and sore Friday night JUST LIKE MR.WAFFLES!! I wish I'd had you here to snuggle wif me but instead, Mum held me and sang "Soft Kitty". Oh, and a big purr and head butt to you, Katie, for um...something that you never did and that never happened.

It's ok, Katie. Nurses don't choose their patients, they just do their duty when the patient arrives. You did good, but now that he's better, we're sure you can go back to avoiding the orange menace. hugs!

I think Katie hugged him when no one was looking. It's one of the things we love about cats so much. They know when their humans (and one other) don't feel well and always take care in some special way. So glad that Waffles is feeling better!

Poor Waffles.When my Molly Mew had her last set of booster shots , she wasn't able to walk for 3 days. It scared ma to death. Molly would drag herself around but couldn't use her back legs. When ma took her back to the vet they said they suspect that either she was allergic to the vaccines or the needle entered a nerve. Since Molly had a slight reaction to the 1st set of shots, the vet wrote her a paper saying she couldn't have those shots again. Katie, I know it was hard for you to watch over your little brother but you are my hero for making yourself do it for the pawents. You ROCK Katie! Sure hope Waffles feels like himself soon.

Hi Katie, well for one night, it wasn't too bad. Maybe you just wanted to keep an eye on the little fella. None of here are therapy dogs but my dad was just thinking that we haven't been vaccinated for much of anything. Our vet just does titers testing on us, and if our antibodies are all good, no shots.

You are loving and protective of Waffles nurse Katie. You knew he didn't feel well. Cat instinct is the best to rely on. Your secret is safe with me.

I question those vaccinations they give to kitties. I have read unpleasant stories. I get my kitties vaccinated too but I am tense and watchful like Nurse Katie and Nervous Nellie, I mean Glogirly. Waffles is in good hands and paws and I am so relieved he is doing better. I got scared there reading this post. Lots of love and rest dear Waffles. You might wake up with Katie next to you again. Aaaawwww!

So happy Waffles is okay. He is so adorable in all the photos. Katie, we think you are softening toward the little interloper…FINALLY! Have a great week. Purrs and paw-pats, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo

Allie: I've been waiting and waiting for mother to return to the land of the living so she can catch up on things with you!

Now, about this - indiscretion - of which you speak. No worries girlfriend. I'm busy staging evidence for you that assures one and all you would never be caught dead doing such things.

Although, I must admit, when Faraday looked so utterly miserable when his sutures got infected, I *might* have - just a little - given him a lick or two for comfort. BUT I would deny it if anyone mentioned it!

Oh dear, we are just catching up. Sometimes Mom doesn't check blog/facebook on the weekends. We are glad Waffles is feeling better. And don't worry about your secret snuggle - Skootch was very comforting of Lucy when she was in her final days [and was not feeling well]. Kitties just know when it's time to be tender.